photo: Diana Popescu
1. tourniquet
"where there is great fear, the man is small"
R. W. Fassbinder
The child watches us,
his gaze is the crack we pass through
when we burst into tears.
Live your life – what a horrifying cliché sometimes,
luxury walking cane propped without hesitation
into the soft core of what you bear
when fear made into a tourniquet
prevents the soul from exiting through the skin
bitten by the white cry.
Death tears up the thin peels of the thought
coiled around the water-carried trunks
and upturns our earth bucket.
A blood stain is the lens through which
the sky gathers in one point
so that the heart could start burning for the forsaken one.
2. loops
sometimes we throw ourselves so deeply into each other
that only Christ could pull us out alive
We wait for Him with bruised joints
smeared with colored clay
the sun loops in the milky fog
the street winds its entrances
people wonder at
our death exercises
and throw clouds at us
from the unaccomplished end of the dream
3. the only eye
"God did not come to release us from our suffering,
nor to explain it, but to fill it with His presence"
Paul Claudel
When God created the world, He wept
foreseeing all the future rises and falls.
The days when we abandon our bodies
to the hungry eagles, outside the heart,
when our soul betrays its only true eye
and life becomes a house regarded from outside in.
God needs but a tiny piece of us
to bestow upon freedom the harshness of wine,
He turns our wanderings into loops
that return our misplaced wishes into the light-pierced air.
(poems published in the volume "catacombe. aici totul e viu" ("catacombs. everything is alive here"), Vinea Publishing House, Bucharest, 2008, pp. 40-41. English translation: Simona Sumanaru.)
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